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The altar fires have been banked Eternal flames burn low The lips that mumble ancient words Their meaning scarcely know Empty and poor we have become Lord, give us strength to grow. Your flocks are scattered and your sheep Drift on roads separate Your shepherds have forgotten how Your message to translate Oh, give us heart, the Lord of hosts You who alone are great. The saving remnant in your land Have gone through siege and hell Through war and want their faith holds firm We pray and wish them well You who makes peace in heavens high Bring peace on Israel. And may it be your wish and plan To sprout the hidden seed To help Your people once again In time of dire need To make a bright light shine once more To rally us and lead. |
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Author and Curator: Dr. David P. Stern |